Hope, fear, desire, and all that stored
The spring of life, hung on his word:
There was no life without his smile,
Nor dreamed she that a heart of guile
Beat in so fair and smooth a shrine,
That other eyes for him might shine,
And softer voices breathe his name!
O, Alice Hill, love's vestal flame
Hath many a false, misguiding light,
To cheat young hearts, with promise bright.